Fred's Disclaimer: The author of this book does not own Harry Potter, but she agrees that George shouldn't be threatening my secrets.
"Better idea," Fred said, casually choking George. "How about we go back empty handed, and dad can simply deal with the lack of firewood?" He released George, knocking him lightly over the head. "Georgie?"
George wrinkled his nose. "So afraid I'm going to spill your secret, aren't you, Freddie?"
"What secret?" My eyebrows shot up.
"Yeah, go ahead," George clasped his hands together. "Tell Y/N the big secret."
Fred ruffled a hand through his bright hair, shaking his head. "Nu-uh, there's no secret to tell." He backed up slightly. "No use in standing around here all day. No one's getting any younger."
"Fine," George's eyebrows went up and down quickly. "You can explain to dad why it's been three hours and we haven't got anything to show for it."
"It hasn't been three hours," I said, grabbing Fred's wrist to check his watch. "Nope, it's only been forty-five minutes."
"Well, aren't you the regular mathematician," Fred said, his hand briefly closing over mine before dropping it.
"Better than you, Love," I retorted, using his favourite nickname.
For a second, Fred was silent.
And then he changed the subject completely.
"D'you think Ireland's got a good chance of winning this year?" He asked, turning back to George who did the tiniest of eye rolls.
"Oh yeah, definitely," George said. "If Krum would just drop dead...."
The conversation continued on like that for the entirety of the walk back to the tent.
"What happened to getting wood?" Mr. Weasley asked as he munched away on a piece of burnt bacon. The others had already returned and were eating their own plates of bacon and toast. Mr. Weasley's glasses we're almost fully fogged up from standing over the wood fire.
"Looks like you did just fine—" George started.
"—without it," Fred finished. "We got minorly distracted," he turned to me with an accusatory look. "Y/N wanted to stop and talk to Diggory."
"Lies," I rolled my eyes, grabbing a plate. "You spent about fifteen minutes arguing about whether or not we should've gone over to get wood from him."
"Well, who noticed Cedric first?" Hermione asked matter-o-factly. "Was it Y/N?"
"No, it was George," I said, looking at George. George shoved three pieces of bacon in his mouth straight from the pan.
"True that."
"How was the walk to the well?" George nudged Ron in the side, causing him to almost drop his plate. Where Ron found three more biscuits is going to forever be a mystery to me.
"Hey!" Ron caught his biscuit. "Fine. We bumped into Seamus Finnigan and his mum on the way there. They're supporting Ireland as well."
"Guess who we saw?" Fred raised his eyebrows. "Oliver Wood."
"He plays for Puddlmere United now," George said. "Quite impressive."
"Oliver was a good captain," Harry commented. "Even if he scheduled practices at five in the morning."

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FanfictionDrama. Heartbreak. The fourth year of Hogwarts brings many changes, particularly in the friendship between Y/N Potter and Fred Weasley. Will he confess his true feelings before it's too late?